It’s the sensation of falling, as if you have stumbled over the edge of time and suddenly plunged into a fissure of fractured hours. A sense of landscapes already seen, and it’s as if you can hear the echo of emotions once lived. And then this echo catches up to you in real time, and you find yourself back in the present. In my own words, nostalgia is the feeling of a future already lived, preserved in the memory of the past, and unexpectedly relived in the present.

I am intrigued by this feeling of déjà vu , the thrill of mythological time — that time which has come to a halt in our archetypal consciousness, yet continues to exist in the present. Like a soul roaming amongst bodies, the mythological coil of time wraps itself around the hands of a clock. To me, nostalgia is a physical experience where one may briefly relive the time of myths.

In nostalgic experiences, there is a sense of being transported to a world where a second feels like hours. A world where everything thrives in everlasting and evergreen stalemate.